Sunday, June 26, 2005

Chunchi waterfall again


Having seen this waterfall in a hurry and in the dark last time, I wanted to visit this place again with more time to explore the neighbourhood. Nothing was planned as of Friday afternoon ( as usual ) and in the worst case, i thought of joining Sonal and Co. for their trip to Hogenekkal. But, she reminded me that I had already seen Hogenekkal !!..

Staying at home, Teju always finds it difficult to move out with us on crazy treks. This time, he was determined for one. I suggested this waterfall again ( with some selfish reasons ). A bike ride was planned immediately. The next morning, we found that we were falling short of a bike. Subsequently, the bike ride turned out to be a cozy car ride ( 1 car + 2 bikes ). Teju, with his Learner's License was reaching top speeds of 120 and often Baccha'd yell "cool shiva.."and Shenvi was his sole pacifier..It was a kinda family-drive.
So far so comfortable.

On reaching the waterfall, she was more beautiful than i had seen the other day..without wasting time, me and mithun dashed ahead to find an access to the water below. The ravine was steep and slippery. We tried almost every access down and all seemed difficult. A couple of descents were almost successful but, demanded suicidal jumps to reach the waters. We came back defeated. Meanwhile Teju was attempting an adventure and he had found an easier access. This route took us down and Dal followed us soon. The cascade appeared more gigantic and more graceful from here.



On the way back, we visited the Arkavathy river Dam. Baccha had taken refuge on Varad's bike for Teju was too fast for him. He changed minds again for if Teju was fast, Varad was furious.. The journey was so very comfortable all the way

down and it finally ended with the usual great hospitality in Teju's house..We then eased out to our ways..
For the past few treks, It seems, I've traversed all along the Arkavathy's aisle. Starting from her origin at Nandi Hills, then SavanDurga, then Ramnagar and now the Chunchi not far before she loses her identity into the Cauvery. It's really sad to see the doomed state of the bithplace of this river in nandi Durga. All one can see there is a ditch with a couple of beer bottles !!..Mithun christened this river kiddingly as - the "Arrack"-vathy. It's in our hands, of the tourists, to maintain the serenity of any place. If there ain't any trash bins, it doesn't mean we need to litter around. There's no harm in carrying the trash out of the jungles for disposal. This is the least we can do and is all we need to do ...

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Where Eagles Dare...



After a gap of 2 weeks ( after the all consuming cycle trip ), a much awaited trek had to be planned. This time, we opted for some climbing and the obvious destination was Ramnagar, of the Sholay fame - the Mecca of rock climbers. Mithun, Badam boy, Nesara, Kee3 and myself, kick started our bikes from RV College at 3.30 pm on Saturday. Our target for the day was to scale a simple hillock and watch the setting sun. while we stood by the highway to choose our day's target, Mithun's uncle spotted us and stopped his car. His cousin narrowed down our search when he claimed to have climbed all "those" (we were eyeing) except for a few "tough" ones..It was against our dignity to aim for something which a school boy can climb..
very soon, we were at the base of one of the tough-but-scalable rocks. A shepherd welcomed us and gave us some details about the water sources there and assured us that our bikes'd be safe under. The ascent was steep and tough. the inclination kept on rising. We stopped when the peak was an almost vertical climb. Any professional climber'd think twice and without the climbing gear, it seemed impossible. Nesara led the team through dwarf bamboo bushes to the other side of the mountain. This side provided little chances of reaching the top where others provided none. A falcon sitting at the peak was giving a stare, for it was surely a place where only an eagle could dare..I was reminded of McLean's Schloss Adler..only missing thing was a cable car..

We reached a point where the rock was almost vertical, just beyond reach, beyond which there was a scope for further ascent. We were carrying no ropes and no hooks, just high hopes..One of us managed to climb this portion while the others pushed up. the guy who climbed up would hang down and the rest'd use him as a rope to climb up..these adrenaline pumping feats and deeds led us to a cozy cave just below the summit. We had to stop and this time the decision was unanimous. The peak seemed unattainable without gear.. This pit stop gave us ample time to dress our cuts and bruises, admire the heights, take pictures and listen to Nesara's jokes..
We knew the descent was going to be tougher without ropes. Visibilty was left alone to the responsibility of moon and a couple of torches. Keerthi was showing great improvement considering his apprehensive descent in the Pearl Valley. We had to make our own way through the bushes in the dark. A silver line which perhaps looked like a stream from the top was the destination we were heading towards. Thankfully, it turned out to be a stream. After having the dinner, we moved along the base of the hill in search of the bikes.
The shepherd had assured us that they'd be safe and so they were. The silhoutte of the Schloss Adler was visible against the moon-lit clouds. and from this angle, it seemed unattainable. We battled against the cold weather by burning all the old newspapers we had. The shepherd greeted us in the morning with a news for us "be careful, this is a conservative park for the dangerous sloth bear" .why on earth didn't he warn us yesterday, thought some of us..but i guess, it wouldn't have helped us much.
Mithun had to leave to Mysore and our men were wounded. The target for the day had to be a simple one. After an exquisite breakfast at the Janapada Loka, we headed towards the day's pick. It was a simple one though highest in the region. gusty winds, fast moving clouds and scary cliffs were a treat on the top. We had lunch at Kadu Mane on the way, and visited the Dodda Alada Mara( Big Banyan Tree) - a single, huge Banyan tree spread around 4 acres. While we were busy trying out our photographic skills, Keerthi took a quick nap..
One more trek ended where i didn't want it to..I bid audieu to The Schloss Adler and made up my mind that i'd conquer it the next time..The eagle still kept soaring around it..tempting me to dare one more time..
Next morn, on the breakfast table, there were the usual fights "if you don't take me next time..I .. !!!"...."why didn't you call me ?"...

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  • Thursday, June 16, 2005

    Kannada in the global village...

    Kannada Chalana Chitra - with a difference

    Yesterday, when i was accompanying my uncle to the CET cell, a catchy signboard caught my attention..It was that of a Kannada movie..what intereseted me most was the name of the movie - followed by a punch line..I guess this is the first attempt towards Kannada movies going global..As such, Kannada language is itself going global in this global village..
    "hello saar, namma Appu avara new filam ( film ) nodidra?..super saar..beautiful acting saar..songs-oo super-u .."
    "ayyo !!..nodide saar..tumbaa worst-u"
    i guess you don't have to be a kannadiga to follow this global kannada..and Kannada movies I guess, will no longer be categorized among "foreign language films" in the Oscars..And Kannada language, a subject of interest for the linguists in leading universities...
    here's a list of some of the recent Kannada movies, world famous in Karnataka..

    Kaashi - from Village

    Shaastri - for mass
    O gulaabiye ( hey Rose ) - for someone
    Green signal - the game begins
    Sai - ready to fight
    Akash - sky is the limit
    Jogi - a feel that never ends

    ..merely by modernizing names, or placing a ban on other language movies being screened, if the Kannada film industry thinks of handling the competition, i see no future for Kannada films. I guess they realize this before it's too late.. a couple of genuine movies produced here and there do keep my hopes floating though..If not the movies, preserving the richness of Kannada language lies very much in every Kannadiga's hand..